Who Can Stand in the Way? Crippling Ma Hongjun

"Isn't it time you stopped, Ning Rongrong?"

When Ma Hongjun's Phoenix Bathing in Fire Soul Skill was broken, his whole body looked like a mass of rotten mud, seeping red blood.

Even if the bones in his body had not fallen apart, he would not recover anytime soon.

He was already on his last breath.

Yet five more rings of light still awaited him.

At last, Tang San, who stood nearby, could bear to watch no longer and moved to stop her.

"You're classmates, after all. Ma Hongjun has already gotten his just deserts..."

Bang-

Before Tang San could finish, another ring of light—the sixth strike of Ten Treasure Continuous Strikes-landed on Ma Hongjun.

Ning Rongrong had not listened to a word Tang San said.

Oh, so you can look at whoever you want, get lustful whenever you want, and lay your hands on whoever you want?

Why would I ever indulge you?

Turning to glance at the still-unconscious Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong gave a cold laugh and continued her attack.

The seventh ring of light.

Bang-

"Argh-"

The attack struck, and Ma Hongjun let out a scream before passing out.

Damn it.

He really can take a beating.

He actually took seven of my attacks.

That was a trait bestowed by a fifty-thousand-year Soul Ring, with a threefold attack boost on top of it.

Ning Rongrong was baffled.

But the next one will definitely kill you!

"Die!"

As she thought, the seventh emerald-green ring of light smashed toward him.

It was about to strike home.

But in the blink of an eye, Tang San sprang into action.

A mass of Blue Silver Grass erupted as he released his Soul Power. Half sought to restrain Ning Rongrong, while the other half moved to block the attack for that dead fatty Ma Hongjun.

"Hmph!"

Crack-

Crack-

The seventh ring of light smashed into the makeshift shield of Blue Silver Grass Tang San had created for Ma Hongjun. The shield shattered on impact, but the ring had little power left and dissipated just as it was about to hit Ma Hongjun.

The eighth ring of light broke through the Blue Silver Grass Tang San had sent to restrain Ning Rongrong.

"What a clever calculation, making your move when only the last three rings were left."

"Now there's only one ring left."

Ning Rongrong bit her lip and looked at Tang San with some anger.

He truly was Tang San.

He had some strength after all, having managed to block two of her attacks.

But what she did not know was that Tang San was also shocked at this moment.

He had just used all his strength to unleash two Soul Skills, yet neither had any effect on Ning Rongrong.

What was more-

"Pfft-"

A mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of Tang San's mouth.

He had not even gone near the rings of light.

Yet his body felt as though it had been struck twice.

A sweet taste rose in his throat, and Tang San spat out blood.

This was caused by Ten Treasure Continuous Strikes' sure-hit effect.

Although Tang San had blocked the attack that was about to strike Ma Hongjun, he had taken the sure-hit effect of Ten Treasure Continuous Strikes in Ma Hongjun's place.

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda can have an ability like that?"

Astonished, Tang San stared solemnly at Ning Rongrong. "Or are you not from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect at all? No, your Martial Soul isn't the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda at all, is it?"

"Want to know? Then come and find out for yourself."

Ning Rongrong's face was expressionless. Though she was looking at Tang San, she pointed lightly with her right hand, sending the final ring of light straight at Ma Hongjun.

This is bad! If this attack hits, Fatty will definitely die!

Tang San was secretly shocked. He had not expected her to be so fast that she could launch an attack in the time it took to speak.

The only reason he had managed to intercept two of them just now was that he had spent a long time preparing.

This gap...

Seeing that Ma Hongjun was about to die, Tang San finally lost his composure.

But he was too late to block the attack for him again.

Even Xiao Wu turned her gaze over.

But unexpectedly, at that critical moment-

A domineering roar suddenly rang out, and a man appeared in front of Ma Hongjun.

Bang-

An earth-yellow shield sprang up, blocking Ning Rongrong's tenth ring of light.

The man was jolted back several steps in succession, but was not greatly affected.

Zhao Wuji!

A level seventy-six Defense System Soul Saint.

Damn it.

Someone else has come to wreck things!

"Ning Rongrong, stop!"

Zhao Wuji shouted coldly, attempting to intimidate Ning Rongrong.

Then he looked back at the unconscious Ma Hongjun. Fortunately, he had arrived in time, or the little fatty really would have died.

His whole body was so mangled that not a patch of flesh was intact.

How powerful must that attack have been?

A mere Support System Soul Master could do this...

A bead of cold sweat appeared on Zhao Wuji's forehead. If he had arrived any later, not only would Ma Hongjun have died, but Zhao Wuji would have had no way to answer to Dean Flender.

"You're classmates. Why hurt him so badly? Do you really think Shrek Academy is your home?"

Zhao Wuji was furious.

Then he noticed Zhu Zhuqing lying unconscious not far away.

"Did you beat up two people?"

Zhao Wuji demanded.

"Teacher Zhao, Zhu Zhuqing was knocked out by Fatty..." Tang San explained, looking a little awkward.

For once, he had said something fit for a human being.

"This..."

Much of the anger Zhao Wuji had still wanted to vent immediately faded when he heard that.

After hearing Tang San explain what had happened, he was even more at a loss for words.

That little fatty really is a dog that can't stop eating shit, Zhao Wuji thought, grinding his teeth with hatred. In that case, Ning Rongrong is more in the right. If it weren't for the trouble of answering to the dean, I really couldn't be bothered to meddle.

Even though he knew Ning Rongrong was in the right, Zhao Wuji still had to bite the bullet and stand his ground. "Whatever the case, this is an academy. I can't stand by and do nothing. Ma Hongjun will naturally be punished for his wrongdoing, and you should stop now too, Ning Rongrong."

"Oh?" Ning Rongrong looked so frail, yet her tone made it seem as if she were the strongest person present. "Then let me ask you: if I had been weaker than him, what would the outcome of this fight have been? Would I be lying dead on the ground? Or would I have had to let that dead fatty do whatever he pleased?"

"Teacher Zhao, you... can't take sides unfairly."

"Ma Hongjun has committed some offenses, and I can carry out the punishment for you."

With that, Ning Rongrong's gaze suddenly changed again, and she charged straight at Ma Hongjun, ignoring Zhao Wuji's attempt to stop her.

Ten Treasure Continuous Strikes was gone, but she still had her fists.

Whoever tried to stop her today, it would do them no good.

Not even Zhao Wuji.

Bang-

Bang-

Bang-

With Divine Speed active, she slammed three more punches into Zhao Wuji's shield in an instant.

Zhao Wuji was once again jolted back several steps.

But he was a Soul Saint-level expert, after all, far beyond what Ning Rongrong could currently defeat.

Little brat, you're a long way from beating me, Zhao Wuji sneered inwardly.

But just as Zhao Wuji let his guard down,

Ning Rongrong slipped around him.

"What?" Zhao Wuji cried in shock. "I wasn't your target!"

Zhao Wuji's face changed drastically.

He had not expected to be the one falling into a trap this time.

Ning Rongrong had been after Ma Hongjun all along.

But by the time he realized it,

Ning Rongrong had already closed in on the unconscious Ma Hongjun.

Bang-

She punched Ma Hongjun in the dantian.

Her fist distinctly felt the dantian shatter.

Seeing that Ning Rongrong's next attack was about to land,

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh-

Only then did all of Zhao Wuji's Soul Rings light up at once.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black.

A fairly normal Soul Ring Configuration.

Immediately afterward, his third Soul Ring lit up.

"Gravity Enhancement!"

With an angry shout, he filled the surroundings with an earth-yellow element.

Ning Rongrong felt her body grow heavy, and she could not move even half a step.

Alas.

I'm still a little short on strength.

After landing just one punch, she could no longer move.

A Soul Saint was a Soul Saint, after all.

"All right, I know how angry you are." Seeing that Ning Rongrong had lost the ability to attack, Zhao Wuji finally took a deep breath.

Irreparable consequences had nearly resulted.

He continued, "Don't worry. I'll give you and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect an explanation, but you really can't attack Ma Hongjun again."

This is really difficult.

Not only are there many Little Monsters this year, but every one of them has such a violent temper.

After saying this, he was afraid Ning Rongrong would cause more trouble. Just then, Dai Mubai arrived, and before he could find out what had happened, Zhao Wuji pulled him along to take the unconscious Ma Hongjun away first.

Only then did Zhao Wuji himself hurry away.

It's over. I have to go get a scolding from Flender.

This year's new students really aren't easy to handle.

Before leaving, Zhao Wuji added, "Ning Rongrong, although you didn't kill him, your attack has already destroyed his dantian. You should know that even if you spare him this time, he's as good as a cripple. Spare him where you can."

"Besides, I'll explain everything to the dean and give you an explanation."